u/proantiperspirant

i’m a good noodle. really. i’m a reader, a learner, and a musician all behind some spiritual binds. when i say the word “sex”, it is clinical; i can hardly overhear conversations featuring male genitalia without a hot face and darting eyes.

typically, even when i post in corners of the internet like this, there’s something more substantial to it than “let’s talk about how i abandon all of that when i’m fucking”, but that’s what this is.

i like to be choked, tossed around, slapped, flipped around, held down, to the wall, on the ground, grabbing at pillows, clawing at hardwood, knees behind my head, floundering on hardwood, head below my ass, squirming on hardwood…

if i’m not ready to lay down for a 100-year slumber after the fact, i’m not satisfied. if it didn’t end with my calling “too much”, i’m not satisfied. i’m turned off if i have to ask for more; just keep it coming until i say it’s enough. it’s usually not enough.

and the thing is — well, there are a lot of things about this, but the thing is that i’m not exactly the most towering, sturdy person in the world. far from that, actually, and so one of the most irksome things a man can say to me (besides a single, lone “hey” or other dry pleasantry for a first message, cough cough) is that he shouldn’t go too hard because he might break me, hahaha.

ha. devastating. because, how embarrassing is it to say that’s practically what i want?

let’s talk about it. be interesting, please. give me something to bite in your first message. take it in whatever direction you want; hoping to see some creativity. believe me when i say this is something i’ve already thought on a lot in my own time.

18f, black, not curvy/full, no diseases or anything. not super experienced but very enthusiastic.

i'm a bit past cleveland. are you close, do you drive? i'm open-minded and go with the flow as long as you respect my few boundaries.

pls be clean, very hygienic, have communication/reading comprehension skills. tell me about you (the important stuff, please...), what you're looking for/when. we can exchange pics, verify, whatever. see you? :p

18f, black, not curvy/full, no diseases or anything. inexperienced but enthusiastic. i go with the flow and i’m open to lots of stuff as long as you respect my few boundaries. i probably seem lotta bit way too trusting doing this already, but one of those boundaries nonetheless is i don’t host.

i’m outside greater houston, a bit past cleveland. wherever you are, if you don’t mind driving, we can make some plans and see what unfolds…

pls be clean, hygienic, hydrated, the like. tell me about you, what you’re looking for/when. we can exchange pics, i can verify age, all that jazz. see you? :p

* don’t expect a response if you don’t include WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. the basis here is mutual attraction; this is not a public service. some men cannot comprehend that. “hey” and “still looking?” and the like = no reply. if when we meet you don’t match your pictures, you lied about your height, your hygiene is poor, or whatever the case…yes, i will walk away.

describe yourself, what you’re looking for/when. first message should answer a woman’s major questions. don’t waste our time if you won’t exchange pics. don’t get whiny when i ask; this isn’t a public service. be clean, hygienic, etc.

18f, black, not curvy/full, not diseased, not experienced but enthusiastic

i’m a little north of cleveland. if you’ll drive, we can meet, park somewhere aside. i can attempt a bj (the focus of my last post; not necessarily this time), we could do more than that

also wanting to try something new. do you have a schtick or quirk or niche? my nerves are abundant and active but my curiosity is stronger

see you? :p

18f, black, not curvy/full, no diseases or anything. inexperienced but enthusiastic. on my face or in my mouth is welcome, but no further guarantees (ie. swallowing) will be made...

i’m ~1 hr from the super duper north parts of houston; if you’re there, or northeast on 59 into/past cleveland, you’re closest. if you don’t mind driving, we can meet, park somewhere we won’t be bothered. i could be up for more than just a bj, depending

pls be clean, hygienic, the like. tell me about you, what you’re looking for/when. we can exchange pics, i can verify age, all that jazz. “hey babe” and the like = no response. see you? :p

i’d seen a woman’s post requesting a girl companion with plenty of sexual motion to chat with about her experiences and escapades, to live vicariously through. if i’m remembering correctly, the poster was fresh out of a breakup - if i’m remembering correctly. the thing is that although i saw this post recently, it was at such an ungodly hour, with sleepy eyes and half-gone wits. the fresh memory feels distant enough to be properly confabulate-able, and i’m thinking on the fever dream ceaselessly…

everyone has a preferred method of self-sabotage - a bruise that begs for pressure, a rabbit hole that the plummeter feels smalls in but urges for their return. some women doomscroll, knowing they’ll undeniably walk away with less confidence or newfound insecurities. as for me, i want to wedge my nose in the business of people who are getting the action, having the wild fun, or enjoying domestic stability and romance, while i am doing none of the sort. (the phantom detail of a recent breakup is important, anyway, because it would be another point of resonance, if i remembered it correctly: the core of a craving. there can be intrigue to why people chase strange things, if you’re that kind of person.)

is it rooted in a negativity bias? partially, sure, but this fantasy also feeds my desire for a unique kind of degradation that isn’t rehearsed, but dynamically systemic. no name-calling or strict roles necessary - the context of the situation directly makes me feel inferior, sometimes in a way totally unnoticed by the other party. if you’re the person that easily gets out there, and you have that sweet but honestly conventionally unattractive, ‘never making any moves of their own but always happy for you regardless’ friend, do you ever wonder if part of them is crushed, wishing they could relate more than cheer from the sidelines? that’s one way to put it into perspective.

requisitely, you are well-written, able to play up this part of you, and well-written. you may be recalling now that i mentioned having a wishy-washy memory - well, some things are just worth saying more than once. a single word or line does not well demonstrate your command over the english language. please consider this before you message.

also necessarily, you have a shtick. maybe you have a roster, cheating streak, a truer polyamorous lifestyle, or something else.

ideally, you have a style. whether you’re sure of yourself and can’t help but exercise your bragging rights, or you get a sick satisfaction from rubbing faces in the dirt; whether you’re tired of being humble and crave a yes-woman to unconditionally validate, or you get a high from low-grades kissing the ground you walk. there are levels, and i’m happy to entertain polite approaches and emotional sadists all the same.

hopefully, this would be longer term, or on/off for a longer duration, but i’ll take what i’m given.

we can talk about what conceived our desires, or we can totally focus on you. we can orient this more toward sex, physical appearance, or some other area. everything is your call so long as something here speaks to you. we can set standards and expectations in the beginning, and i’ll share more about myself if we connect.

i’d seen a woman’s post requesting a girl friend with plenty of sexual motion who she could chat with about all of her experiences and escapades, living vicariously through her. if i’m remembering correctly, she had mentioned being fresh out of a breakup…if i’m remembering correctly. the thing is that although i saw this post so very recently, it was at such an ungodly hour, with sleepy eyes and half-gone wits. the memory feels distant enough to be properly confabulate-able because of this, like a fever dream i’ve been thinking on ceaselessly.

everyone has a hole they keep wanting to crawl back into when their brain seems to want them feeling down. similarly to how some women find themselves scrolling on social media knowing they’ll undeniably walk away with less confidence or even newfound insecurities, i find myself wanting to wedge my nose in the business of people who are getting the action, having the wild fun, or enjoying domestic stability, whim i am doing none of the sort. (the phantom detail of a recent breakup is important, anyway, because it would be another point of resonance, if i remembered correctly: the core of a craving. there can be novelty in why people chase weird things, if you’re that kind of person.)

is it rooted in a rubbernecking thing? a negativity bias? partially, sure, but other factors are at play for me. this fantasy also feeds my desire for a unique kind of degradation that isn’t rehearsed, but dynamically systemic. no name-calling or strict roles necessary — the context of the situation directly makes me feel inferior, sometimes in a way totally unseen by the other party. if you’re the person that easily gets out there, and you have that sweet but honestly conventionally unattractive, never making any moves of her own but always happy for you regardless friend, do you ever wonder if part of them is crushed wishing they could relate more than cheer from the sidelines? that’s one way to put it into perspective.

requisitely, you are well-written, able to play up a character (so to speak, because this isn’t an rp prompt), and well-written. you may be recalling now that i mentioned having a wishy-washy memory — well, some things are just worth saying more than once. a single word or line does not well demonstrate your command over the english language. please consider this before you message me.

ideally, you have a shtick. maybe you have a roster, cheating streak, or a truer polyamorous lifestyle.

ideally, you have a style. whether you’re sure of yourself and can’t help but exercise your bragging rights, or you get a sick satisfaction from rubbing faces in the dirt; whether you’re tired of being humble all the time and crave a yes woman to validate your every word, or you get a high from low-grades kissing the ground you walk. there are levels to this, and i’m happy to entertain polite approaches and borderline emotional sadists all the same.

ideally, this would be longer term, or on/off for a longer duration, but i’ll take what i’m given.

we can talk about what conceived our desires, or we can totally focus on you. we can orient this more toward sex, physical appearance, or some other area. everything is your call so long as something here speaks to you. we can set standards and expectations in the beginning, and i’ll share more about myself if we connect.

i’d seen a woman’s post requesting a girl friend with plenty of sexual motion who she could chat with about all of her experiences and escapades, living vicariously through her. if i’m remembering correctly, she had mentioned being fresh out of a breakup…if i’m remembering correctly. the thing is that although i saw this post so very recently, it was at such an ungodly hour, with sleepy eyes and half-gone wits. the memory feels distant enough to be properly confabulate-able because of this, like a fever dream i’ve been thinking on ceaselessly.

everyone has a hole they keep wanting to crawl back into when their brain seems to want them feeling down. similarly to how some women find themselves scrolling on social media knowing they’ll undeniably walk away with less confidence or even newfound insecurities, i find myself wanting to wedge my nose in the business of people who are getting the action, having the wild fun, or enjoying domestic stability, whim i am doing none of the sort. (the phantom detail of a recent breakup is important, anyway, because it would be another point of resonance, if i remembered correctly: the core of a craving. there can be novelty in why people chase weird things, if you’re that kind of person.)

is it rooted in a rubbernecking thing? a negativity bias? partially, sure, but other factors are at play for me. this fantasy also feeds my desire for a unique kind of degradation that isn’t rehearsed, but dynamically systemic. no name-calling or strict roles necessary — the context of the situation directly makes me feel inferior, sometimes in a way totally unseen by the other party. if you’re the person that easily gets out there, and you have that sweet but honestly conventionally unattractive, never making any moves of her own but always happy for you regardless friend, do you ever wonder if part of them is crushed wishing they could relate more than cheer from the sidelines? that’s one way to put it into perspective.

requisitely, you are well-written, able to play up a character (so to speak, because this isn’t an rp prompt), and well-written. you may be recalling now that i mentioned having a wishy-washy memory — well, some things are just worth saying more than once. a single word or line does not well demonstrate your command over the english language. please consider this before you message me.

ideally, you have a shtick. maybe you have a roster, cheating streak, or a truer polyamorous lifestyle.

ideally, you have a style. whether you’re sure of yourself and can’t help but exercise your bragging rights, or you get a sick satisfaction from rubbing faces in the dirt; whether you’re tired of being humble all the time and crave a yes woman to validate your every word, or you get a high from low-grades kissing the ground you walk. there are levels to this, and i’m happy to entertain polite approaches and borderline emotional sadists all the same.

ideally, this would be longer term, or on/off for a longer duration, but i’ll take what i’m given.

we can talk about what conceived our desires, or we can totally focus on you. we can orient this more toward sex, physical appearance, or some other area. everything is your call so long as something here speaks to you. we can set standards and expectations in the beginning, and i’ll share more about myself if we connect.